And when I get to heaven, my granny will mourn for me. That I followed so closely behind her footsteps.

Will you show me where our equator meets?

I remember when you came to my room at dawn. Your voice held so much purpose, it echoed out, “she’s going to **** herself”. I smiled still asleep.

I remember when I came to your room at dusk. My voice held so much purpose, it echoed out, “ I’m going to **** my self”. I smiled still asleep.

I’m tired of talking myself out of ledges that shouldn’t even be in the equation. I’m tired of my finger on the trigger to a gun that I never asked for. I’m tired of leaping and shooting my way through this life.

fibers in the carpet, in between your toes
tickle the soles of your feet all the way to my room

every day is grief, every night is I’m sorry

I’m sorry that I couldn’t find happiness, even in the nooks and crannies of life.